Sir-soss'im

There are many who say that the sir-soss'im are the stuff of legends. Yet, in nearly every village on Vulcan, one can encounter tales of poor souls who were devoured by these will-o'-the-wisps that prey on the unsuspecting and then just as suddenly are gone. The sir-soss'im are described as child-sized balls of loose grasses and brush, not unlike the tumbleweeds from the western prairies of North America, which travel in packs and possess a group intelligence. The stories say that fire is the only defense against their assault.